Between the party's combined scouring, they managed to ascertain the coffer's contents!
Wand of Lesser Restoration (17 charges left)
One Scroll of Blessing of Fervor
One scroll of Consecrate
2 Masterwork Mithril daggers
This gold-plated watch is divided
into five pieces. The weirding watch
keeps flawless time without ever
needing to be wound or repaired. In
addition, the bearer of any piece of
the watch can activate it to exercise
power over time for herself and her
allies. Once a watch piece is activated, the bearer gains the
benefits of haste and lesser age resistance for 3 rounds.
Anyone bearing a piece from the same weirding watch within
30 feet receives the same effect. Each piece of the watch
can be activated once per day. The price of a weirding watch
includes all five pieces. Pieces are rarely sold separately.
+1 Holy Scimitar
Pipernortin reiterates his earlier sentiment. "Ooh." He picks up one of daggers and assumes the posture of a warrior far more skilled than himself. "These are neat. But they're not really my style. Who wants cool stuff? And what do we do with that daemon we tied up? We need to handle that before it gets... well, angry."
Galoria smiled. "I can take care of both the daemon and daggers together. Shame to dirty them though." They are a rather nice make.
"Eh," the gnome shrugged, "hard to call it a shame when that bastard's to blame for Kein..."
The wizard pauses for a moment, recalling what he knows about vulnadaemons. "Vulnas are known for deception and betrayal. Even if we do get something from it, I am not sure how much of it we could actually trust."
Zinthar glances over to look at the discarded parchment that was once his most powerful scroll. "And seeing how hard they were to subdue I am not sure we want to let it wake up."
"That said, Stephen did wish to try his hand at interrogating the creature... Alas. We should keep close by in any case, and destroy the beast should it try anything."
"That said, Stephen did wish to try his hand at interrogating the creature... Alas. We should keep close by in any case, and destroy the beast should it try anything."
"If we're going to make this kind of thing a habit, perhaps I should try my hand at the sword? It's been a while, but we seem to attract resilient game."
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"My best interrogations are usually done mid-combat, then I don't feel guilty since I'm gonna, you know, kill them anyways." Stephen shrugs and swings the scimitar around. "I have no idea how to use this... It is beautiful, it should go to the most beautiful member of our party. Can this help our priest?" He indicates the wand.
The ranger gave the warrior a bright smile. "Careful - words like those are sharper than the sword and cut into a lady's heart."
She palmed the scimitar, testing its balance with 2 deft slices, not as ornately-done as Stepen's. This will do.
"Most certainly it will," Rafaello says, and gladly takes the wand. "A handy tool for any healer." He cracks a smile at a private joke between him and Streya the last time the pair of them had stumbled upon a wand- a crude joke involving a priest and his wand that might not be appropriate for just any crowd. "Remind me to thank Dern for this."
As soon as you palm the blade, you can feel a warm energy fill your being, as if Dern was fighting alongside of you. The holy scimitar is light, and its milky white metal shines in the light. It becomes clear that Dern was intelligent in his choice of weapons.
Zinthar nods his appreciation. "A fine blade, and it looks like it suits you well Galoria."
He turns his gaze back to the daemon. "How shall we prepare to deal with that?"
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"Let's get to it then. I don't want to waste time with this thing, we need to hurry and..." He looks to his rather bedraggled comrades. "Hurry and rest. You guys need to rest, then we move. Hopefully it will be in a sharing mood. We should also see if the competing lovers we met will carry a warning to Cassomir for us as soon as possible. You all could see to that while I talk to our friend, then maybe find somewhere to bed down. Do demons happen to be particularly afraid of anything?"
Do demons happen to be particularly afraid of anything?"[/b]
"Angels, I'd imagine. What I know is limited to tale and song though."
Pipernortin sits himself down, right in the middle of the floor, with a contemplative look about him. He knew he hear a song, or legend, or poem, or something about daemons. He just couldn't recall what it said...
In your mind, you imagined yourself rummaging through what seemed like the preparation room of a stage. Several musical stands complete with books stood haphazardly as sheets of music lay strewn about the floor like a child's playroom. You were searching for something related to daemons.
My there was alotta of dust and books lying around!
It took sometime, but you managed to find a tattered book labeled, daemons: a nocturne of their ilk. Pouring through the pages, you remembered that each daemon had a note in common -
Daemons are neutral evil outsiders that eat souls and thrive on disaster and ruin.
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Immunity to acid, death effects, disease, and poison.
Resistance to cold 10, electricity 10, and fire 10.
they are weak to good and in some cases, silver.
Armed with this knowledge, you return to your allies.
Abruptly jumping up from his sitting position, Pip exclaims his excitement. It is only after doing so that he realizes it is terribly inappropriate. He's still very happy, though.
"I remembered! Mostly! Daemons are afraid of silver. Not always, but maybe half the time. Or more. And like Galoria said, angels. Good-aligned creatures, weapons, spells, and the like will cause them to burst into unholy flame from Abbadon itself!" He stops to make little explosion sounds and motions. Seeing that no one except himself was amused, he continued. "Though, like Zin said back there, fire's a no-go. They're highly resistant to fire, ice, and zappy. And the green goo that burns stuff doesn't do anything at all. Same with poisons. That should help- actually, that just sounds like a lot of bad. How do we kill these things?"
"Maybe we don't. Some terrors aren't to be trifled with." The idea of the necessity of direct confrontation here was worrisome to Galoria - they were otherworldy creatures.
"Perhaps, then, after a rest, we might find time to shop around for some tool that might work better against them. I cannot help but imagine that these are not the last daemons we will encounter on this adventure!" Rafaello scratches his chin. "I would think the 'Align Weapon' spell might be of use, as well. I shall convene with my Goddess and prepare the use of this spell, but perhaps we might find a scroll or wand while we're at it..."
Some time has passed since the adventures had checked their hard earned loot. Upon returning to Mother's Care, they heard scratching and horse breathing.
The vulnadaemon had awakened and it was not happy. Having been tied up, it struggled against its bindings, snarling and yelping like a trapped animal. When it saw the party, it's voice cracked into a cacophony of guttural sounds!
The daemon's ears pricked as the human meat pie before her started to speak in the language of Hell.
Pip shudders. "I don't know what it's saying, but I think you struck a nerve."
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Stephen sits down next to the monster and adopts a soft tone, still unsure if it can understand him or not. "You've already lost, and I've had a very bad day. Yelling isn't going to help you. You're gonna have a bad day too if we can't get a nice conversation going."
Stephen looks at Pip. "You're so full of surprises, I was half expecting you to be able to spontaneously learn a language. I guess you can't do everything."
Pip averts his eyes and glances towards the wall. "Uh, I tried that once. Had a whole party babbling in some awful sounding tongue. Some strange dialect of Aklo, I've since been told. Too bad none of them actually knew that language."
"I know a few languages, but nothing from the Pit like that. If it cannot speak Common it has nothing for us, lets finish it off and be done with it."
"I may not know the language of these fiends, but I do know some wonderful curses in Celestial that might offend it greatly," Rafaello offers unhelpfully. "Sorry. There are no curses in Celestial. That was dishonest of me."
As he says this, he levels the gleaming point of his glaive toward the captive daemon and shoots it a threatening glare.
"I know a few languages, but nothing from the Pit like that. If it cannot speak Common it has nothing for us, lets finish it off and be done with it."
[dice=Sense Motive (untrained)]1d20
"I agree with the necromancer," intoned Galoria, referring to their original meeting.
roared the Vulnadaemon as he it continued to struggle against the restraints.
The daemon smiles wickedly as Captain Andoren draws near.
it says in a questioning tone as Cap brings forth a strange looking blade.
The captive laughs for a bit, and tries to struggle from its bonds once more, going so far as to spit and cough blood. However, the moment that Stephen brings forth the blade, the daemon shrieked like cat!
And in that instant, the Cap drove his blade further and the daemon exploded into a plume smoke!
As you vanquished the daemon, somehow, you felt as if something was right. It was almost as if the blade agreed with your actions. Perhaps Dern's blade was more than a weapon.
"Hmm. Well, now that this distasteful business is over, we know both that the daemons are not to be reasoned with, and that this blade does seem rather effective against them. Well met, friend Dern." Rafaello draws the Wand and goes to Dern's side, then uses it to hopefully heal some of the damage the poison had caused him.
"I agree with the necromancer," intoned Galoria, referring to their original meeting.
The weary wizard smiles, hard pressed to believe that their meeting, and that silly misconception, had only taken place a short time before.
"No accusations of being some kind of demon-worshipping summoner? You must be tired......."
"Aren't we all... These things suck." Pip leans against the wall, weary and worn.
A sigh of relief passes from the Sarenrite as Rafaello had cured some of Dern's mental impairments. His eyes opened a slowly, and a smile had surfaced upon the veteran.
"I see you have found my old tools. Thank you, I had feared that what they had done to me was permanent."
Looking about the group, Dern noticed that Galoria had taken possession of his special blade.
"Young woman, I am honored you have given my blade a proper use. However, there are mysteries of that particular scimitar you are unaware of." A kindhearted smile appears on Dern's face as he continues his speech. "I see you have met my friend, Clarity, she is a special blade, one forged with a spirit said to have been of Sarenrae's flock. Her voice is subtle, and she provides protection towards those who upholds their best effort and vows to vanquish evil. In times of great duress, she had protected me in my darkest hours. Take good care of her and she will serve you well."
"I was unaware the sword was of such meaning to you. Please, keep it - it is not my place to take something you've bonded with."
For all her sticky-fingered ways, she knew better than to publicly tarnish her reputation be seeming overly avaricious. Though he'll end up a few coins short if he wants this thing back, mark my words...
"Of course, Pip- I hadn't forgotten about you." Rafaello says with a smile, and then sets to undoing some of the damage done to him.
"Son, I know not where the deamons have come from except that in my very core, something is very wrong with . I had only known this town in passing from my time in ." Dern paused for a moment and searched his mind. "As for , it makes absolutely no sense as to why he would betray me."
Looking upon Galoria, he could see that she held the scimitar with fondness.
"In my better days, Clarity and I had faced great challenges. I feel that with what has transpired, she may be your best bet in stopping what evil lurks."
"In my better days, Clarity and I had faced great challenges. I feel that with what has transpired, she may be your best bet in stopping what evil lurks."
"Then that we will do. Your help in finding where they lurk will be most valuable."
Stephen Rogerson
